Title: Millennium
Author: Kylia
Email: kylia_bug@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Nobody belongs to me, unfortunately. They belong to Joss & Mutant Enemy, and a few other people I don’t know.
Rating: PG13 (for now, although that may change)
Spoilers: Nothing really. The 'past' Sunnydale scenes take place in Dec. 1999. And Spike was helping the Scooby gang.
Category: Willow/Spike
Summary: This is a future Fic.
Distribution: Fire & Ice , Wicth Fanfic , anyone else, ask, and you shall receive

Cymia’ watched at the witch began the ritual. Things were going just as they should. Soon, the evil would be contained, and she could rest.

Present Day:


Willow walked towards the Master’s Lair, wondering if his minions would give her any trouble. She kind of hoped they would. She was in desperate need for a kill. But killing innocents didn’t appeal to her, so she had to rely on the death of her own kind. She realized how cruel that would sound, had her kind been anything other than demons.

She entered the lair without running into any of the former master’s minions. She knew that the majority of them would still be out on the hunt. That would only serve her purpose. She smiled when she entered a small room and found Julien speaking quietly to a fledgling. He tensed slightly when he felt her presence.

“Mistress.” He stood up straight and approached Willow. She smiled at her new servant and took a seat in one of the comfortable chairs in the room.

“When the others return from the hunt, gather them downstairs. Tell them I have an announcement.”

Julien nodded and headed towards the doors, at once realizing that things were about to change.

“Spike?” Angel called as he walked into the main room of the hotel Suite.

“Peaches?” Spike came walking out of the bedroom smoking a cigarette. “Where’s Willow?”

Angel chuckled at the site of his childe. It had been several years since they had seen one another. Almost seventy-five years, but he hadn’t changed... much.

“She said she had an errand. Did you know they changed the mansion into an artificial sunlight factory?”

Spike snorted. “Yeah. I saw. You hungry?” Spike turned towards the small kitchen hidden in one corner of the room. “I think I may even have something virginal.” He winked at his sire’s good-natured glare as he opened the fridge. He shook his head. “Nope, no virgins here. How about an old married woman?” He chuckled as he pulled out a blood bag and stuck it in the heating unit.

After a few seconds, he pulled the blood out and emptied it into a mug. Walking over to the couch, he handed his sire the mug. “Here. Don’t worry, it isn’t fresh.” He smirked as Angel took a sniff at the warmed blood.

“Clarion blood?” Angel asked, amused. “I thought there was an endangered species tag on them?”

Spike snorted. “You don’t ask, mate, and I won’t tell.”

Angel nodded and smiled, remembering how the creatures had delighted Willow when they went to Africa a few centuries back. He wasn’t sure what had pleased her more, the sight of them trampling smaller animals in the wild, or the richness of their blood.

“Sire?” David walked into the living room. Spike looked up, frowning at the intrusion.

“Some of the boys reported that there was talk of a new master. Most of the locals are gathering at their lair. Seems the new master wants to make an announcement.”

Angel and Spike both thought over this new information.

“Willow.” Spike realized as he stood up and grabbed his leather duster.

“Her errand?” Angel asked as he followed his childe out of the building.

Sunnydale December 1999


Willow sat in the circle and took several deep breaths, summoning all of the courage she could. She could feel the energy pulsating. It was almost time.

Xander left Spike’s house determined to help Willow in anyway he could. He was followed by Cordelia who carried the ancient book, Anya who had control of the weapon, Buffy, who was thankful to have something to do, and Giles, who was unsure of the wisdom of their actions, but unwilling to sit by and do nothing.

They reached the master’s lair and crept quietly to one side of the building, trying to avoid being caught. Remarkably there didn’t seem to be any guards outside of the building.

Xander did notice Angel against a wall on the opposite side of the building. He was pleased to discover that from his vantagepoint, Angel couldn’t see them. He hoped that by the time he realized they were there, it would be too late.

Willow rose to a standing position, and started chanting in a language long dead to both man and beast. She felt the power surging within her veins. Soon, she could see the doorway, within her mind, and as she concentrated on opening the entrance, a portal emerged.

It was at that moment that all hell broke loose, so to speak.

Xander came into the lair, followed by Anya, Cordelia, Buffy and Giles. A fight broke out. Willow groaned inwardly. There was nothing she could do. She was rooted in place by the energies spilling from the portal. The evil was starting to come through. Her time was limited. If she didn’t perform the ritual now, it would be too late.

Spike was the first to hear the screech.

“Bloody Hell!!” Spike growled, realizing that Xander had gone into the vampire’s lair. “That wanker is going to ruin everything!” He hopped over the wall with Angel close behind him.

Cymia’ watched in terror. She had waited for millennia for her time on this world to end. And just as it was about to, three humans and a former vengeance demon interrupted fate. The ritual had been started and there was nothing she could do. If it wasn’t completed she would have to wait another thousand years. Cymia’ did not believe she had that much time left.

Willow was stuck in place. Everything was in slow motion. She willed herself to concentrate on the portal before her. The evil was escaping. It was up to her to seal the portal and finish the ritual. She felt the energy surging before her. She summoned all of the strength within herself, and began the summoning. The evil beckoned to her. She could see it clearly in her mind. It had no shape, no form, no body, it simply existed. She was close; she could almost grasp its essence.

Just as Willow was about to finish the ritual, it was gone. The presence she had felt within herself had fled. She opened her eyes and saw that Buffy had the weapon. She was pointing the end with the stone towards the portal’s entrance.

“NO!!!!!!” Willow screamed. She tried to move her body, each second lasting a lifetime. The closer she got to Buffy, the farther away she seemed. When she had finally reached the weapon she felt her body come in contact with something, and then everything went black.

The master vampire was outraged. How dare these mortals try and disrupt his moment of glory. When he noticed that one of them carried the arm of Vay’ena, he felt fear. If the weapon were used before the witch could open the portal, then all would be lost. He turned to the circle and breathed an unneeded sigh of relief as he saw that the portal was opening. The humans were too late.

He laughed as the Slayer attempted to stop the portal by using the weapon. It was too late. Her effort would only aid in her own destruction. Once the portal was opening the Vay’ena stone would only draw the evil out.

Out of the edge of his vision he saw the witch move. She was trying to destroy the weapon. She knew what it could do, which also meant she probably knew how to destroy it, and the portal. He had to kill her, before all was lost. Now that she had opened the portal, she was a dangerous liability.

He was closer to the portal than the witch. He made it there just before her, and used all of his strength to throw her across the room. He knew he had to finish the job. If she didn’t die, there was still the chance she could close the portal.

Just as the master reached the witch he felt someone move behind him. He thought it was one of the humans. By the time he turned around, it was too late. He turned to see the amber eyes of a demon, and then nothing. He felt his dead body collapse in on itself as it turned to dust.

Spike ran up to Willow. She was lying in a heap on the floor. For a moment he thought she was dead, but then she moved. She groaned, in obvious pain.

Willow opened her eyes to see the amber eyes of Spike’s demon staring back at her. She lifted her hand up to caress his ridges. They dissolved under her touch. She smiled weakly.

“The portal. I… I have to… close it.” Her breath was labored. Her chest hurt. She knew she was running out of time.

“There isn’t enough time.” Angel crouched down next to her. “You can push it back, but you don’t have enough strength to perform the ritual.

Willow nodded realizing what he said was true. She sat up, drawing on strength she didn’t know she had. Spike helped to steady her. She walked back into the circle and stepped closer to the dwindling portal. She let the energy fill her body, take momentary control. It was drawing strength away from her. Her knees grew weak and she fell to the floor. She didn’t have enough power, she realized. She would fail.

Cymia’ watched at the witch drew on every ounce of strength she possessed. It wasn’t enough. The power was overtaking her. In an instant Cymia realized what she had to do. She reached out through time and space, towards the witch now lying in a heap on the floor. She felt her power draining. It was leaving her. She knew her time here was done. She had fulfilled her destiny. She reached out with her mind and found the spirit of the witch.

Just before her eyes closed for the last time, Cymia’ saw the portal close in on itself, imprisoning the evil for another one thousand years.

Once the portal had closed, Willow felt her life leaving her body. She felt strange. She was weak, but yet strong. She couldn’t move. She was losing consciousness, she realized.

“Sp… Spike” His name died on her lips as she felt her heart stop.

Spike felt her life draining from her body and knew that it was time. He bent his head down towards her neck. His eyes were closed. She was calling to him. He felt him demon emerge, and all else ceased to exist. He bit into the dwindling pulse point on her neck, and drained the last bit of life from her. He took his right hand and cut a line into his left wrist using the dagger Angel had insisted he bring. He then brought his now bleeding wrist up to Willow’s lips, forcing her to drink from him. At first there was only a trickle of the red liquid to flow into her awaiting mouth. But soon, the need over came her, as she hungrily lapped at the blood of her lover.

Spike forced his gaze away from his childe and onto his Sire, to be sure he was performing the spell. He couldn’t stand the thought of Willow, his Willow turning into a soulless creature of the night, like him.

Angel watched his child carefully, waiting for the exact moment when Willow’s life slipped away, and she embraced death. It was then that the change could be completed. He started chanting, calmly at first, but soon a power overtook him. It was like nothing he had ever experienced before. It was a swirl of energy. Life and death mixed with something he couldn’t quite decipher. And then he felt it. The connection. First it was just his Childe, then it was Willow, and her power seemed to overcome all else. She was strong, much more so than he even realized. That’s when he knew that she would be unlike any vampire that had ever walked the earth. Unlike any that ever would walk the earth.

Angel was bombarded with the power his childe and the witch shared. The two seemed to be locked into some kind of bond. They had taken over the ritual. He was no longer in control. He could feel Willow’s demon come to life. Its feel was dark, predatory. But just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. No, not gone, contained.

Angel felt the power leave his body, and was immediately filled with an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. He fought through his hazy mind to see if he had been successful. He dragged his body slightly closer to where his childe sat.

At first glance his fear gripped him as he noticed that Willow had stopped breathing. Then he realized that she would never breathe again, and a terrible sadness filled him. All he could do was watch, and wait, and hope that the ritual had been successful.

Willow felt her life leaving her body. She wasn’t afraid. She knew this would happen. She knew that she would live on. Spike would make sure of that. She only hoped that Angel could perform the ritual. If not, she was sentenced to eternity as a soulless demon, or a quick and painless death at the hands of a stake. However, Willow knew that Spike wouldn’t be able to bring himself to stake her. He had promised her he would, but she didn’t think he could do it. Instead he would lock her up until they could modify Angel’s curse to fit her.

Her head was foggy; her thoughts were becoming mingled, intertwined with one another. That’s when she felt it. A power, her power was taken over. It was reaching out, through the blackness, through death to find what it sought. It didn’t have to search for long. Its strength was over powering. She knew Angel was performing the ritual. Binding her soul to her power, binding her to her mate, binding her power to her immortal body.

Present Day


Willow waited patiently as the last few fledglings entered the building. They were all whispering to one another, wondering what was going on.

She almost laughed out loud at the sight. These fledglings were young, untrained. If they were to survive, they would have a lot to learn.

“Mistress?” Julien approached Willow cautiously.

“Yes?”

“Everyone is here.”

“Excellent. We’re almost ready. I am just waiting for two more arrivals.”

Almost as if on cue Angel and Spike took that moment to approach the master’s lair. They had barely reached the heavy doors when they were confronted with the less than frightening glare of a minion. Spike brushed past him, taking a split second to snap his neck.

Angel followed his childe in chuckling.

“Children”

Once inside, Spike found it necessary to stake several more minions before he could reach the center of activity. Just before he reached it, he heard several growls from one side of the room. There was a lot of hissing, and it was apparent that there would be a fight. Spike and Angel stopped, preparing to battle the young vampires.

“Stop!” Willow’s hiss quieted the room.

The local vampire population stood still, waiting to see what action was about to be taken.

Willow calmly walked over to one of the offending creatures and pulled out a stake out of a hidden pocket and staked the vampire in one fluid motion. Without a second thought, Willow turned her back on the vampires and returned to her place in the center of the room, motioning for Spike and Angel to join her.

Sunnydale December 1999


The silence was deafening. The air was thick, filled with death. The portal had been closed, the evil contained but at what price? Everyone had died. Xander lay slumped across the dead body of his ex-demon lover. A stake had pierced her heart. Xander’s death had been quick. His neck had been snapped in an effort to keep him from helping the witch. He hadn’t lived long enough to hear Giles’ bones crushing just a few feet away. He hadn’t seen the weapon seemingly split Cordelia’s body in two.

In a few short minutes, their lives had been taken, and only the dead remained.

The first thing Willow was aware of was the silence. Nothing moved. Nothing breathed. Then came the hunger. Unlike any she had ever known. It was paralyzing. The scent of blood was overpowering. It was everywhere all around her. But it was stale. Dead. She opened her eyes, and tried to adjust the differences in her vision. She could see things that had been invisible before. She could feel things in the air. The essence of life. Except here. Here everything was dead. She turned her head slightly to see Spike staring at her with his icy blue eyes. He was waiting for her. Waiting to see what she would do.

“I’m hungry.”

“I know, pet.” Spike offered her his wrist. The same one that had given her eternal life and she greedily took it. After several moments, he gently took his wrist away.

“Better?”

“Yes.” She looked around the chamber, seeing her friends’ broken and dead bodies. She felt a power surge within her. At first she couldn’t identify it. It was unlike anything she had ever felt. But then she realized it was rage. Powered by her new vampiric attributes, her anger was becoming tangible within her. She felt her demon. It was demanding retribution. But then she felt a wave of love. It washed over her. It calmed the beast, which slumbered within her veins.

“Luv? How are you feeling? Are you weak?” Spike’s voice was soft, but it sliced through the silence, reminding Willow once again of the death that surrounded her.

Willow wasn’t sure how to answer. She felt… different. Dead, but yet more alive. She couldn’t feel her heart beating, or her lungs working to give her breath, but she could feel other things. See other things. She wondered if it was this way for all vampires, or if this was an effect of the ritual.

Willow turned her head around, seeking the only other body that still held the hope of movement.

“Angel?” She whispered, almost afraid of the answer.

“I’m… I’m fine.” Angel stood up from somewhere behind her. He was close, she could feel him. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was she was feeling. It was just a presence, but it was distinctive. She recognized it as Angel.

Spike stood up and pulled her with him.

“We had better go, luv. There is nothing more we can do here.”

Willow looked around the room at the dead bodies of her friends and fought the urge to cry. She had to be strong. Her life, as she had known it, was over. She nodded slightly, and turned to find Angel standing behind her, staring passed her, to the dead body of the slayer.

Present Day - December 2999


Willow took a deep, unneeded breath, and smiled.

“Can you believe this lot?” She asked as Angel and Spike sunk into the couch. After Willow’s announcement, the trio had returned to the hotel suite to prepare for the move the following evening. Willow had made it clear that the master was dead and she and Spike were in control. No one dared question her. She frightened them. She had power that radiated from her. Something that wasn’t apparent to the average mortal, but to a vampire it spoke of life and death, and of the danger of crossing her. She was strong, stronger than the average vampire. But it was more than that she was powerful. Her strength and power were within her, not her demon. The demon didn’t control her, she controlled it.

“Well, luv, what do you expect? This is Sunnyhell.” Spike grinned.

“I hate to break the mood, but you realize that our fight isn’t over?” Angel’s tone grew serious with each passing word.

Willow’s green eyes clouded over for a moment, “Yes, Angel. I do. But we will succeed. We have to.” Her voice was soft, full of regret. Full of memories she hadn’t let herself remember for over a thousand years.




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